In My Arms January 19, 2006
Posted by Alex or Clifton (circle one) in Clifton, Clifton’s Love Poems, Clifton’s Poems.trackback
Hi, you said with your picture perfect smile
And your intoxicating brown eyes,
Your arms outstretched in my direction,
Waiting to grasp onto your best friend,
Finally back from the horrible war in Iraq
Which I had so luckily survived
Without a single scratch.
Sorry, I said (I had thought about you 24-7
In my camouflaged colored tent,
Piecing together anything I could remember about
Your charming face, like your exquisite
Black hair, Smoother than my
Baby brother’s bottom which was just
Thoroughly rubbed with Vaseline.
I was afraid; afraid of letting you
Jump into my arms, and suddenly losing control
Of my feelings and emotions and holding you
So tight you would be desperately
Gasping for breath while I smiled
And closed my eyes, knowing you would always
Be there for me since I would never let you go;
I would never want to leave you) while turning
Around in shame listening to the faint sound
Of her tears hitting the ground beneath her.
Personally, I’ve never liked poems that arn’t based on real life. I like writing them, but I don’t like reading them. Or, what I mean is I’m pretty sure you’ve never been to Iraq, or gotten a hug. (lol, just kidding, just kidding.)
But what really got me is that I don’t understand the poem. I’ve read it 7 times to be exact and still don’t understand. But I do like your word choice, in the way that is painted a picture until the second paragraph thing.
i bet she has hazel eyes. cause you wouldn’t know. what is her name!